Meril bled normalcy and stability in the shape of wings behind her, a lack of chaos that slowly beat in time with her breathing.

"They are. And likely in need of all the help and strength we can give them in turn. As dangerous and worrying as that may be to give." She knew just how reluctant he was to tap into the magic he possessed. She understood his thoughts and reasoning. But, undeniably, now was not a time to quail.